Choice #1
Day 1
Today my feet do not feel well. The swelling has increased a lot. I don’t know if my feet can stretch much father! What’s even more gross than the swelling is that under the skin it looks like someone put jello there. Every time I take a step the top of my foot jiggles. It is so nasty! I had to show Andrew this, so I pinged my foot a few times. It grossed him out so much that he turned a little green around the ears. I have to admit that was funny.
But for the over all look my feet look like normal feet, just very swollen. I currently don’t have ankles, and if the swelling gets any worse my stub toes will disappear. I hope it doesn’t get that bad.
Day 2
Boy was I wrong about my feet not being able to stretch much farther. My feet look double the size of yesterday! How can this be? Did I retain a lot of yesterday’s fluid instead of getting rid of it, and then add more today? I don’t fully understand. At least my little toes didn’t disappear like I thought they would.
What I do know though is that my feet hurt the most they have during my entire pregnancy. I don’t know if I can handle another day of jello feet. I could barely get my shoes on today and the ones I’m currently wearing are a size and a half to bigger than my usual shoes! I hope the swelling will go away permanently after Aidan is born so I don’t have to buy a new shoe size. I don’t want to be like some ladies who have to go out and buy all new shoes because their feet didn’t shrink. Oh, God I don’t want that to happen.
Day 3
My feet have hardly swollen at all today. YES! The jello look is gone too! I don’t know exactly what I did different today besides all the walking. I had read a while ago that walking will decrease fluid retention, but I hadn’t been doing it because it made my feet hurt. Go figure, huh? But walking today had the opposite affect. After all that walking my feet actually look normal! I haven’t been able to say that in months! Especially after yesterday. I didn’t think the swelling would go down. Especially not over night! Maybe, just maybe, I won’t have to worry about buying a new shoe collection. But, oh well. My feet feel great, and I can only hope they feel this good tomorrow.
Sunday, December 7, 2008
week 15, #2
Do not think that love, in order to be genuine, has to be extraordinary. What we need is to love without getting tired.
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
Good works are links that form a chain of love.
I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.
(quotes from Mother Theresa)
Being unwanted, unloved, uncared for, forgotten by everybody, I think that is a much greater hunger, a much greater poverty than the person who has nothing to eat.
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
Everytime you smile at someone, it is an action of love, a gift to that person, a beautiful thing.
Good works are links that form a chain of love.
I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world.
(quotes from Mother Theresa)
week 15, #1
Self-preservation is the first law of nature.
Samuel Butler
But…
When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.
Joseph Campbell
As a matter of self-preservation, a man needs good friends or ardent enemies, for the former instruct him and the latter take him to task.
Diogenes
He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
Evelyn Waugh
An insatiable appetite for glory leads to sacrifice and death, but innate instinct leads to self-preservation and life.
Jose Marti
All generalizations are false, including this one.
Mark Twain
Samuel Butler
But…
When we quit thinking primarily about ourselves and our own self-preservation, we undergo a truly heroic transformation of consciousness.
Joseph Campbell
As a matter of self-preservation, a man needs good friends or ardent enemies, for the former instruct him and the latter take him to task.
Diogenes
He was gifted with the sly, sharp instinct for self-preservation that passes for wisdom among the rich.
Evelyn Waugh
An insatiable appetite for glory leads to sacrifice and death, but innate instinct leads to self-preservation and life.
Jose Marti
All generalizations are false, including this one.
Mark Twain
week 14
“I have set out some snacks and drinks. You can help yourselves to these. Also, the bathrooms are right across the hall if you need to use them,” Denise said to the class. Denise had just led us through the first half of our birthing class, our first one. The class was running smoothly for its size, eight pregnant woman and their helpers. Denise, our teacher, had just let us have break which was good because I was starving. The last time I had eaten was at 2:00 p.m., so with 8:30 p.m. rolling around I was ready to start chewing a whole in the metal tables.
When everybody got up there seemed to be a swarm for the snacks. I sat in my seat next to my husband Andrew as all the pregnant woman attacked the food tray of cheese and grapes. They all talked giddily about what they were craving while they prepared their plates. I could not get up out of my seat. I watched the woman attack that food tray like a pack of lioness attacking a defenseless gazelle who strayed away from the herd. That tray didn’t stand a chance.
“Are you going to get something to eat?” Andrew asked me. He knew I was starving. He had listened to my stomach chit-chat with us all through my Health, Safety and Nutrition class. But I couldn’t get my self to answer him. I just sat in my seat watching the woman work that tray. I wondered what would happen to a stray limb if the woman got a hold of it during their feeding frenzy. Andrew glanced over at the other woman, then back at me. “You don’t have to worry. If one of them tries to take your arm I’ll bite them.” I smiled at him; he had read my mind again.
I slowly got up from my seat, not from fear but from back pain. Can’t hardly move these days. One of the women moved away to her seat, and I closed in on the food tray. I was the poor lioness that didn’t belong to the pack. All I could hope for was that they wouldn’t notice me moving in on their kill while their back was turned. Andrew followed behind me silently with his hand on my back. I squeezed in between the wall and another lady. I slowly navigated the table to grab a plate, cheese, grapes, and a glass of water. The ladies were still talking around the table. I didn’t hear what they were talking about as I hurried away with my scraps.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Andrew said to me as soon as he sat down. “No one bite you.”
“I didn’t know if I was going to make it in there and out again. I thought I got hungry! I’m nothing compared to them.”
Andrew chuckled as he began to eat. After a few minutes Denise began talking more about active labor as we munched on our snacks. I had made it through snack. Just six more times to go!
When everybody got up there seemed to be a swarm for the snacks. I sat in my seat next to my husband Andrew as all the pregnant woman attacked the food tray of cheese and grapes. They all talked giddily about what they were craving while they prepared their plates. I could not get up out of my seat. I watched the woman attack that food tray like a pack of lioness attacking a defenseless gazelle who strayed away from the herd. That tray didn’t stand a chance.
“Are you going to get something to eat?” Andrew asked me. He knew I was starving. He had listened to my stomach chit-chat with us all through my Health, Safety and Nutrition class. But I couldn’t get my self to answer him. I just sat in my seat watching the woman work that tray. I wondered what would happen to a stray limb if the woman got a hold of it during their feeding frenzy. Andrew glanced over at the other woman, then back at me. “You don’t have to worry. If one of them tries to take your arm I’ll bite them.” I smiled at him; he had read my mind again.
I slowly got up from my seat, not from fear but from back pain. Can’t hardly move these days. One of the women moved away to her seat, and I closed in on the food tray. I was the poor lioness that didn’t belong to the pack. All I could hope for was that they wouldn’t notice me moving in on their kill while their back was turned. Andrew followed behind me silently with his hand on my back. I squeezed in between the wall and another lady. I slowly navigated the table to grab a plate, cheese, grapes, and a glass of water. The ladies were still talking around the table. I didn’t hear what they were talking about as I hurried away with my scraps.
“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Andrew said to me as soon as he sat down. “No one bite you.”
“I didn’t know if I was going to make it in there and out again. I thought I got hungry! I’m nothing compared to them.”
Andrew chuckled as he began to eat. After a few minutes Denise began talking more about active labor as we munched on our snacks. I had made it through snack. Just six more times to go!
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